¹ “This is not the first time my enemies assaulted me;
    they have often attacked me since I was young.”
So let Israel now proclaim,
² “This is not the first time my enemies assaulted me;
    they have attacked me since I was young,
    and yet they have not been able to overpower me.
³ The plowers plowed over me;
    they plowed their furrows deep and long down my back.”
⁴ The Eternal is just.
    He’s severed the bindings of the wicked so they can’t hurt me anymore.
⁵ May all who despise Zion
    hang their heads in shame.
    May all who despise Zion recoil and run away.
⁶ Let them grow like grass upon rooftops
    that withers and dies in the sun long before it has time to grow,
⁷ Unfit to be harvested by the worker,
    not worthy of the effort to carry off to the binder.
⁸ Unwanted, uncared for—no passersby to greet them, no one to say,
    “May the favor of the Eternal be upon you;
We bless you in His name.”